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lot but as it was he stole my fire. That's r he closeted himself with Don Jorge. He id your dying father it was he who had cut = im down!” “And my poor father believed! That is the _ terrible part, Father Pio. Believing him, trust- him implicitly, my father would have me, his only child, marry the wretch!” <2 3 riotously, her whole frame shuddering con- 2 =v rulsively with utter horror. The priest patted her shoulder. re A “Do not fear, Mariquita mia,” he said sooth- _ ingly, hearteningly. “Your father was weak, lready suffering his purgatory. It was not for him to think that this Dicenta should know of very vice an ounce and of sheer heartlessness | shocking measure. Your poor father could _ never imagine that a human being could be so _ viciously debased as to take advantage of a ying man! ae “But you and I child,” he added with growing heat, “we know that this Dicenta is not at all & what he ao to me He is a Judas betraying ree She HADES ‘of the past!” exclaimed Cap- tain Jefferson Hallett, U. S. N. “Here comes old Jonathan Gifford.” The group of officers gathered about : the door of the commandant’s office in the Washington Navy Yard turned with one accord toward the newcomer striding briskly toward them from the entrance of the yard. ; “Back in uniform and walking with his regular quarter-deck stride,”* Commepted a side- _ whiskered lieutenant-commander. ““Has_ the Secretary given that old relic a ship?” 7 _ “Lord help the crew if he has,” replied , Hallett. “I was a reefer on the Brandywine when Gifford commanded her in ’34. He broke The Eighteen-Twelver Tie girl was overwrought, her bosom heaving | sian 7 auasaiee =e = T owe -[welver with the kiss of friendship. He has bared his true hideous self. He is a cockatrice whose very breath is fatal!’ She turned to him then. “Father!” she gasped. “You mean that the dying wish of my poor deluded padre, the com- mand sent up from purgatory——” “Need not be obeyed!’’ he finished for her, pounding out each word sharp and explosively, as if under the forcible lift and fall of his out- thrust, bluish knob of jaw. from such awful fulfillment my child. You shall never marry this Dicenta! Instead you shall remain here for a little until God in His sublime pity tells us what to do.” He turned to leave; paused with swift thought; swung back. “J will sleep in the casa tonight, child,” he child,” he said. the village, to see what Serafin is doing toward selling the estate to the Japanese. some folk who might call this spying,” he added, his eyes blazing in the thin and somber face like living pools of dark cold light. one,” he ended thickly, “JZ call it the long arm of God!” TO BE CONTINUED — mee F | by Farnham Bishop Author of “Wood and Steel,” “The Red Witch.” etc the Western Ocean passage for a ship-of-the- line, and mastheaded me eighteen times. Hardest-driving old devil in all the old Navy. Knows as much’ about sail and cutlases as Nelson did, and as little about steam and iron- clads as —~” He paused for a simile, which was promptly supplied by the spruce young commander of the new double-turreted monitor Kiuwosting— the last word in naval architecture in that Summer of 1862. “As Mr. Secretary Welles! Old Gideon came aboard for a visit of inspection yesterday after- - stamped his heel on the See and sss — “My little COmiclool< “You are absolved ~ “Meanwhile, I go below, to There- are — (C@ } iv? O07 f oe b ra ‘ Hes mit LH in | erty a> Me titi 5 ‘ of WWCariN ct leit als ib eta , in a Om | hel bad 4 ~ be Oy Atmos ahi Lik the ) My Wie ANAS, 1} Ponet fy ete Dee ag Fee Linn |